In celebration of Star Trek’s 60th anniversary this September, our summer event is all about Old Men Spirk!
❓ WHAT IS IT? 🤔
The people who brought you Live Long and Pinup, Spirk in a Cave, and Shipboard Weekends are back with a shiny new Summer Spirk Event!
This time around we want to see your vision of Spirk at Sixty! Are they happily married with 2 cats and tenure track positions at Starfleet Academy? Perhaps they’re out stealing ships for enrichment in their old age. Heck, maybe they’re both in jail for...well canon gives us plenty of reasons.
Writers, artists, poets, filkers, and all other creatives are welcome to join the event and show us your vision of Spirk at Sixty! You’re welcome to use any iteration of Spirk: TOS, TAS, TOS Movies, AOS Movies, or SNW. They all deserve some quality retirement time.
New to fandom? We're here to welcome you! All you need is a love of Spirk and a desire to create.
⬇️Full event details below the cut.⬇️
❓ WHAT IS IT? 🤔
This summer we're hosting a fan creation event to celebrate Star Trek's 60th Anniversary! Create fanfic, fan art, filk, pasta sculpture, or whatever creative endeavor you enjoy, as long as it involves Old Men Spirk.
📆 WHEN IS IT?
August 17 - September 7, 2026
🎭 HOW WILL IT WORK?
Pick a date from the list below. We’ll update this Tumblr post as the dates fill up. Right now we're booking two people per day. If every date gets taken we’ll potentially open up to a further round of signups. When a date is full we will strikethrough it.
Send an Ask to this very blog including your chosen date and whether you are an artist, a writer, or some other exciting sort of fan creator.
We will send you an invite to join the Spirk Events Server (a fantastic community of Spirk writers and artists)
When your chosen posting date rolls around, post your fic/art/creation on AO3 and Tumblr.
Add your work to the Spirk at Sixty AO3 collection
In addition to your own descriptions, also add these tags: #spirk at 60 #spirk at 60 #spirk events
Once your work is posted on AO3, feel free to share it far and wide!
Follow this blog for updates
We can’t wait to see the fics and works of art you’ll create around the theme “Spirk at Sixty!”
📑 Fine Print:
Fic minimum length is 2000 words. No max, but know yourself and be realistic about how much you can write within the timeframe.
All art should depict Old Men Spirk. Fic doesn't have to take place at the exact age of 60, but Jim and Spock should be qualified for Senior Citizen Discounts at fine Federation Merchants near you.
This is an 18+ event. Sorry, youths!
Since it’s an 18+ event your fanwork can be any rating you’d like! Have fun!
You need an AO3 account to participate. If you don’t have one yet, they’re free!
Admission to the server is provisional. If you post your fanwork then great! You’re in! If not, we’ll regretfully ask you to leave. However, that’s not a perma-ban. You’re welcome to join up again the next time we have an open event!
Please let us know in advance if you won’t be able to post your work. We won't be mad! Real life happens. The sooner we know the sooner we can open up that slot for other people.
🌶 IMPORTANT SERVER INFORMATION
The Spirk Events Server is a sex-positive, NSFW, 18+ Discord created by and for Spirk writers and artists. You will see frequent and enthusiastic discussions of Vulcan dicks.
If you’re not comfortable with adult content then you do not have to join. If you do join, be prepared for fra’als!
📅 AVAILABLE EVENT DATES
August 17 - @kvothes
August 18
August 19
August 20 - @braigwen
August 21
August 22 - @android-and-ale
August 23
August 24
August 25 - @end-my-plox
August 26
August 27
August 28
August 29 - @stellacartography
August 30 - @rizuno @celestialvoyeur
September 1 - @zelda-bird
September 2
September 3 - @shaiiloo
September 4 - @priestofthepremise @deadbeat0club
September 5 - @lichqueenlibrarian @dogearedfriends
September 6 - @twinkboimler
September 7 - @outerspacedunce
To lock down your posting date and get an invitation to the server, follow the spirkevents blog then DM us by clicking the "Ask Me Anything" button. We can only DM you if we're mutuals. Once you get the invite you're welcome to break up with the blog.
Please share this post with your mutuals so we can welcome more Spirk-tastic fan creators to join in the fun!
so women are supposed to grin and bear the books, the comics, the movies, the plays, the tv shows, the stories, the sci-fi, the translated ancient poems, the fucking millennia of men writing about their self inserts torturing women and it being declared as High Art by other men, we’re supposed to read it in our free time, study it in classrooms, include their styles in our own writing, accept their cultural influence as natural, watch it in the cinema, write about it, talk about it, accept it, aspire it, but men can’t tolerate three seconds of female wish fulfilment of a woman snapping the wrist of a creep without feeling personally kicked in the balls.
This reminds me of something I observed in college while I was doing my honors thesis on women in modern horror films. I watched a LOT of horror during that time as part of my research, and sometimes that was done with my family around.
And my dad and brothers? Were deeply disturbed by the movie Jennifer’s Body. I was flabbergasted. It’s not scary! It’s not even that gory. But they were horrified by it. These men who grew up on 70s slashers were legitimately shook by 90 minutes of Megan Fox eating a few teenage boys, mostly off-screen.
Similarly, my all-male reading panel for my thesis? Were so disturbed by my synopsis of the film Teeth that they couldn’t even talk about it. One of them said he couldn’t look at his wife for a week after reading it.
Again, grown-ass men who study and teach media for a living. Who definitely watch and enjoy horror movies. One of whom was a huge Tarantino buff. We watched and read worse in his intro to mass media class! But one movie about a girl whose vag could bite was enough to haunt him.
Then of course you have things like the Gone Girl backlash–men yelling that Amy Dunne is evil and women clamoring to assure everyone that they know she is not someone to emulate–the backlash against Carol Danvers, and, more recently, the griping from MRAs against the upcoming film Hustlers, which is about strippers scamming their Wall Street clients.
My conclusion? Most men–at least most straight, cisgender men, who are both my sample population and most of the ones whining that Carol is a “villain”–are perfectly fine with, and desensitized to, media where men do violence to women (horror movies), or men do violence to men (horror and action movies). They’re even sort of fine when women do violence to women (“ooooo cat fight!”).
But they get intensely uncomfortable when women are depicted doing any kind of violence to men, especially in films that tilt the balance of power to the other side of the m/f gender binary beyond a single moment or scene.
So woman as flesh-eating monster with men as her preferred cuisine? Woman who responds to unwanted sexual contact by biting it off? Woman who frames her cheating husband for murder? Woman whose response to harassment–behavior that many of the loudest whiners know is both creepy and reflective of their own thoughts/actions–is to break something?
Too scary. Unacceptable. Disturbing. These men hate being presented with the idea, even in fiction, that their position of power is socially constructed, that it could easily be flipped the other way. It terrifies them.
In feeling that terror, they experience a tiny modicum of what living, existing, moving, being perceived as a woman in the world is like.
image: five-panel comic showing a man reading the daily news. monday through thursday the headline is “Stalker Kills Woman” and the man is calm. on friday the headline is “Woman Kills Stalker” and he screams in fear. end ID.
the cunt who makes my life decisions (me) and the idiot who has to live with them (also me) somehow have diametrically opposed world views how am i supposed to live like this
Buck has terrible handwriting, practically unreadable. Just one of his many disappointing traits as a child. When he was eight he made his mom a card for Mother's Day and the first thing she said upon opening it was "Evan, you have to pay more attention to your letter spacing, how am I supposed to know what this says?" Thinking about it now, 'Happy Mother's Day, I love you Mom' is pretty generic and context clues should have gotten her most of the way there, but his mother never passed up an opportunity to nit pick.
Buck tries to avoid writing anything out now if he can help it. And it's not that hard when everything is done on the computer now. Or it wasn't until he started spending time at Eddie's house. Eddie is old school. Analog. He hates to use his phone for anything he doesn't have to. He keeps paper grocery lists and a printed calendar that he scribbles appointments into stuck to the fridge. He writes notes for Christopher in his lunch box and prints out any forms he has to fill out to sign by hand. Eddie keeps little scrap notebooks and cheap pens in every drawer in the house so he can jot down anything he needs to remember.
At some point, Buck finds himself so enmeshed in the Diaz's life that he starts writing his own reminders on the calendar and adding things to the grocery list. Eddie does have to call him from the store to ask him what he's written though.
"It looks like it says 'ethereal' and I don't think they sell that here."
"Cereal. Eddie. You're out of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. And my handwriting can't be that bad, maybe you just don't know how to read."
"Christopher couldn't figure it out either. Are you saying Chris can't read?"
"Maybe he wasn't wearing his glasses, I don't know. Maybe you need to get your eyes checked too, old man."
"One year, Buck. I'm one year older than you. And that's how I know they were still teaching cursive when you were in school. How did you survive?"
"Under duress." Buck shivers at the memory of his third grade teachers strict gaze and slashing red pen.
"I'm buying Corn Chex."
"I hate you."
"See you tonight."
The good thing about all of this is that as much as Buck despises his own writing, he loves Eddie's. Eddie has a kind of half cursive half print script that loops easily from letter to letter in a way that Buck's scratched out print never manages. Buck could stare at Eddie's handwriting all day.
When Eddie gets home from the store he tosses the receipt and the completed list towards the trash. The receipt makes it into the bin, but the list falls short. Buck grabs it, but instead of discarding it, he examines the writing. The contrast between his poor additions and Eddie's hyper legible penmanship. Eddie has turned back to unloading the rest of the groceries and Buck pockets the list. Back at the loft, he puts it away in his junk drawer, he can't think of a better place to put it.
Buck's junk drawer pretty quickly turns into a mausoleum of Eddie's trash. Grocery lists and appointment reminders and contractor phone numbers and old insurance forms. He never meant to be the guy who picks through his best friends recycling to pull out any scraps that he's written on, but Buck can't help himself, he's addicted. His favorites are the notes from Chris' lunchbox that make their way into Buck's hands. Short and sweet and encouraging and all signed with a "love you" that draws Buck's eye every time.
On his birthday Eddie and Chris present him with a very wonky birthday cake and a card. Chris did most of the work, on both items, but at the bottom of the card below where Chris signed it is a small addition that simply says "Happy Birthday, Bud -Eddie" and this is the first instance Buck has of Eddie writing his own name. He runs his fingers over the impression the pen made in the paper, grateful that the ink has long dried. He writes his name with a cursive capital E. Of course he does.
Buck starts writing Eddie notes for the express purpose of getting Eddie to reciprocate. He writes slowly, ensures they're legible, and starts slipping them into Eddie's locker at work. It's childish, a silly prank that never fails to put a smile on Eddie's face whenever he has to bend over to pick one up off the floor. And lucky for Buck, Eddie loves to retaliate. The inside of Buck's locker ends up plastered with scraps of paper bearing various inside jokes and teasing snippets, all in the blue ink of an LAFD pen, all written in Eddie's hand. It's glorious.
And some day Eddie is going to write his vows to Buck in the same hand writing and Buck is going to smudge them so bad with his tears that they are almost as illegible as his own.
Corn dogs are named for their traditional meat, the unicorn. As unicorns are now extinct, they can only be referred to properly as ‘Corn Dogs and not “Unicorn Dogs” as they were prior to 2009.
This is actually a common misconception! While the Unicorn Dog did exist and was discontinued following the extinction of unicorns in 2009, the Corn Dog is not a rebranding of the Unicorn Dog! The Corn Dog was created in 2003 by James H. Corn, though it remained a relatively unpopular Ohio treat until 2010 when Mr. Corn took the opportunity left by the Unicorn Dog’s exit from the market to take over the niche.
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